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[pocket-ozwynn]

💚Rolly Valentine: Caught Unawares💙

10/10 doctors say that getting the drop on your assassin boyfriend so you can smother him with colossal kisses is good for the soul. Zelly should know, she went to med school.

(Credit goes to plaidartist on Instagram for the lovely Valentine’s Day commission)

[pocket-ozwynn]

Thank you again Emily, you captured Lazuli PERFECTLY! It was such a treat working with you, this is the perfect fuel my brain needs to write out Laz's scenes. Thank you for all your hard work on this one, I really appreciate it! <3

Princeps Lazuli ✨ commission for @pocket-ozwynn!

[gxldensxldiers]

my brain has chosen to fire on all cylinders tonight at fucking one thirty am and I need it to take it down one or two so I can actually finish something smh

[woogilicious]

offline messages ꒰ yunho ꒱

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ pairing: streamer!yunho x gn!reader. ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ word count: 1039 words. ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ genre: angst + fluff. ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ warnings: mild angst, emotional neglect (unintentional), feelings of being left behind, fluff at the end.

You were there before the follower goals, and fancy mic setup. Back when Yunho streamed from a wobbly IKEA desk and his only viewers were you and that one random bot that kept posting shady links.

Back then, his face would light up when he saw your name in chat.

"Yo!" he'd grin, headset slightly tilted. "You're here!"

Of course you were. You always were.

You modded his streams before he even asked. Built his discord server from scratch. Stayed up past midnight helping him troubleshoot lag while playing Valorant. You even tolerated the scream fest during Lethal Company session with San, Mingi, and Wooyoung―all chaos, max volume, all the time.

And when things took off―when Twitch clipped him into the algorithm and the chat exploded with new fans, you celebrated with him. You were proud. You really were.

But you also started feeling... invisible.

It started small. A joke you made in chat went ignored. Then another. Then another.

You chalked it up, at first. That's what growing meant―more people, more chaos. But then he stopped replying to your DMs. Took hours to answer simple messages. And one day, you noticed your mod label was gone. No explanation. No "thanks for everything." Nothing at all.

You watched one of his streams that night, lurking, your name is grey in a sea of neon usernames. Someone made a crude joke. You called it out. Yunho didn't even notice, until a stranger timed you out.

That was the last stream you watched live.

You muted the server. Turned off notifications. Closed the tab. He never reaches out. Not once.

Months passed.

One night, you're scrolling through your phone, brain on autopilot, when you see his name. Yunho is live: Unpacking + chatting. You shouldn't care. You don't.

But you click.

He's streaming Unpacking, of all things. Soft music, quiet atmosphere, just him and the sound of cardboard boxes being emptied on screen. There's no Wooyoung yelling in the background, no San whining about being scared―just Yunho. Focused. A little tired. His laugh softer tonight.

You shouldn't message him.

But your fingers move anyway, finding his name in your message app.

Are you okay?

You send it. Regret it instantly. Consider deleting it, but then―

yunho: wait yunho: wait wait wait yunho: is this real?? yunho: y/n... i thought u blocked me or smth

You stare at the screen, looking at his stream while his attention turns to his phone.

you: figured you wouldn't notice either way yunho: ... yunho: okay. i deserve that. yunho: i miss you. a lot.

You don't reply right away, and you close the Twitch app.

The next day, he sends you a message privately in discord.

yunho: can we talk?

You call. It's weird, at first. The silence between you used to be comfortable, easy. Now it's cautious. Hesitant.

But he tries.

"I don't know when I started messing it up," he says, voice quiet. "I think... I just got caught up in everything. I didn't mean to shut you out."

You shrug, even though he can't see you. "You kind of did, though."

"I know. I just... didn't want you to feel like you had to carry my stuff forever. You helped me so much and I kept thinking, maybe you deserved to just... live your life. Not babysit my stream."

You snort. "You took away my mod role without saying a word. The least you can do is tell me."

He winces. "Yeah. That was stupid."

"You think?"

He laughs. It's small, and it is obvious that he is nervous.

"Let me fix it," he says. "Please."

It's not instant. It's not perfect.

But you start showing up again. Not as a mod, but just as his friend.

He messages you in the middle of the night about weird games you'd both like. Sends you dumb voices notes of Mingi farting on call. You hop into discord during late-night gaming, and he still screams in panic when he gets chased in scary games, but now, he screams your name too.

And one night, he messages:

yunho: do you want to do a stream together soon? you: what would we even play? yunho: idc. minecraft? stardew? anything. i just want to hang out with you on stream.

You agree, and the next night, it's Minecraft night.

The stream starts slow, chill lo-fi music playing in the background. Yunho decides to do a member only stream, which means the chat is smaller, cozier. The mods keep it clean. No chaos whatsoever.

"Special guest tonight, their name is Y/N" Yunho says, grinning. "My oldest friend. Like actual old. We've known each other since middle school."

You laugh. "You're few months older than me."

Chat, on the other hand, explodes with excitement:

xXxgamerraccoon12: brooo you can see yunho smiling like an idiot fluffyhorsie: their voice sounds so soothing!! i love them already!! bananapie481: we need more cozy game with y/n!!

You two fish, farm, fight monsters, collect materials. It's easy.

Halfway through the stream, you forget the camera's even on.

"You're different when it's just us," you say quietly.

Yunho hums. "Different how?"

"Less loud, less performative. More... you."

He doesn't say anything right away, just smiling while mining some woods for their house. Then, softly. "That's because you bring out the parts of me I actually like."

Your chest tightens.

"You know I was really scared," he adds. "That you'd never message me again. That I lost you for good."

You exhale. "You almost did."

"I know."

Silence.

Then, your character walks over and gifts his character a flower.

It's just pixels, but Yunho makes a sound that's a little too real.

"What?"

"What do you mean what? Maybe I just like giving you flowers."

His voice is barely a whisper. "God, I missed you so much."

The stream ends with your character standing next to his inside your finish small cozy wooden house.

Chat's spamming hearts. Fan edit already being posted. People are begging for another duo stream.

Once he turns off his stream, he says, "Don't log off yet."

You stay.

His voice is warm through your headset.

"Let's play another day?"

You smile. "Sure, Yunho. I'll be here."

This time, you know he believes it.

And this time, you do too.

[cxvii666]

“93 'Til Infinity”

college au! denki kaminari + hanta sero x reader

“gettin' weeded makes it feel like maui, now we feel the good vibrations, so many females, so much inspiration.”

wc: 2.6k

technically a part 2 of hoe cakes but could be read as a stand-alone

cw: mature, mentions of sex, implied sex, everyone is implied bisexual, recreational-drug usage, bad language, good times to come

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"it was definitely for me."

"dude, are you fucking kidding? it was definitely for me-"

"what the hell are you talking 'bout? i was the one that spoke to her."

"yeah, but you didn't see the look she gave me."

it was about two days later. early evening still, and hanta sero had the brilliant idea of going to the park to watch the sunset. he and denki kaminari had missed class that day. it was a friday, and, in denki's words, why should we waste a perfectly good friday being stuck in some pointless lit tutorial.

but yeah, hanta had been on his reconnecting with nature bullshit again.

as in, he'd been offline, no minecraft or running duos on valorant, deleted all his social media, his screen time was at an all time low, and instead of sparking up and jerking off, he's slap his headphones on and go smoke and skate in the park.

at first denki had been sick of it. hanta does this all time, it only lasts for about three months, then he gets bored, re-downloads instagram and the cycle repeats itself.

but right now, he can see the appeal.

the sunset is beautiful, the sky painted in hues of pink and orange. the air is still, the park is basically deserted, they're far enough out from any main roads, so all they can hear is the rustle of the trees and the occasional chirping of birds mixed in with their own music.

denki doesn't even know the genre, some sort of underground nameless hiphop, lofi, rap, shit that hanta listens to, with the bass turned up so high, that if he concentrates denki can feel the thrum of the baseline vibrating through his body. they have a joint, a can of beer and a vape to share between them.

they're debating the interaction they had with you right now though, what had happened, and which of them you had left your number for.

"what look?" denki coughs out in between drags.

the snickers hanta lets out, when denki passes him the joint back so he can take a couple hits of the vape to soothe his poor sensitive baby lungs, is mean and teasing.

the dark haired boy takes a long pull, inhales, shapes his lips, and blows thick rings of smoke right into his friends face, ignoring denki's shriek of complaint and the subsequent whack to the shoulder he receives.

"y'know," hanta says contemplatively, "the look girls give when they want you, it's like-"

he turns to face denki, careful of where the ash drops. his eyes slowly flit from one amber eye to the other, he drops his gaze to the blonde's pink lips for half a second, then back up so he's making square eye contact with him, and finishes off with a slow smile.

".....that is pure bullshit."

hanta scoffs and takes a swig of the beer, "no it's not." he burps out, "you just don't understand women like i do."

"you understand women?" the blonde replies incredulously accompanied by a raise of his eyebrow.

"yeah, well... more than you at least- AH, OW FUCK-"

hanta swears under his breath as he tries to brush off the imprint of the bottom of denki's sneaker from the side of his acid washed jeans, "these are new, fucking jackass."

"dude, shut up. y'know what, i'm gonna text her."

"yeah for sure," hanta snarks, "and say what, 'yo it's that blonde idiot from the other day—" another kick to the thigh. "what did i just say? would you stop that."

the blonde shushes him and pulls his phone out.

"are you actually texting her?" hanta takes another drag and blows the smoke out upwards, "i'm telling you, she left her number for me."

"we'll see won't we," denki grins and sticks his tongue out fingers tapping hastily away, "ok, how's this, "hey it's the blonde guy from your lit class.""

hanta rolls his eyes as denki slips his phone back into his pocket and makes grabby hand's towards the zoot.

"whatever, i bet she won't reply—" a ping from denki's phone. "no, fucking, way."

the laugh denki lets out is diabolical as he gets his phone back out with a smirk, "and you said i didn't understand women- damn, it's just mina— oh shit."

"what's she done now?"

"no, dude," denki taps hanta once to call his attention, eyes alight as he reads the text message out loud, ""why are you texting my friend you freak, lying bout being in her lit class"."

they both pause and stare at each other, "wow... small world huh."

"does that mean she's off-limits now?"

"no, what? you can't assume that, women have like autonomy and allat shit, tell mina to mind her own business."

"are you sure 'cos—" another ping from denki's phone. ""i don't take lit.""

hanta scrambles to see the screen, "no way she messaged back, let me seeee."

"nuh uh," denki replies childishly and raises his phone high above his head as he scoots back, "you don't get see this, not after you doubted me." regardless of denki's reasoning, hanta snatches the phone off of him.

"ok, okay, crying emoji, we can work with this," he passes the phone back to his disgruntled friend who scoffs at him and then hanta points to the device, "say 'are you free tonight? you wanna go over the class notes with me' umm, 'me and my friend'."

denki just blinks at him and exhales through his nose, "i am not typing that shit out, are you crazy?"

"don't even. you were the one talkin' 'bout golden opportunities," he does a poor mockery of denki's voice, "and whatnot."

"is that not a bit forward?"

"uh no? its a suggestion, she can say no, no harm no foul."

"you're fucking stupid, fine, are you free tonight-"

hanta switches off his speaker and watches as denki types out the rest of the message.

"and now, we wait."

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“how do you do that?”

“do what?”

it’s just gone ten pm, and the glow from denki’s string lights flickers gently, casting a warm halo over everything. the mellow hum of hip-hop floats through the air, soft and steady, like the pulse of the night. the three of you are fucking chilling.

you're sprawled on the couch, sharing a joint with hanta, who’s stretched out like he owns the place. his long legs are spread across the cushions, body languid, and his eyes—those dark, heavy-lidded eyes—have been locked on the snacks for at least ten minutes. he’s making zero effort to hide the fact that he’s thinking about them, his pretty mouth set in a slight pout like he’s debating whether to reach for them or stay cool.

he doesn’t need to do much to seem effortlessly attractive, becuit’s everything about him—the way his long lashes frame his eyes when he looks at you, the way his messy hair seems so perfect in its disarray, the way his lips are full and soft. you hate how natural it all is.

denki, on the other hand, is bouncing around the room, as always. he's got this energy that’s impossible to ignore—like a sunbeam you can’t escape. his high cheekbones catch the low light as he flips through his playlist, searching for the next song. when he looks over at you, his amber eyes sparkle with that warm mischief, the same way his smile does when it flashes your way. it's the kind of smile that makes you feel like you're the only one in the room. effortless, real, the sort of charm that feels like home.

you gesture at hanta, who’s exhaling perfect smoke rings into the dim light, the air thick with it. "how do you do that?"

“oh, how do i blow o’s? it’s actually super easy.” hanta’s voice is low, smooth, and the way he talks, the way he looks at you while he says it, makes it hard to concentrate.

he does it again, blowing another perfect ring, and god, you hate pretty boys.

everything they do, every movement is a little bit artful. the way hanta inhales and exhales, eyes dark and steady on you as he does, his lips curling just enough to make you want to stare forever. the way his long lashes hang just so, like they’re trying to hide the fact that he’s been watching you for longer than he should.

denki’s the same. if not worse. he talks to you like it’s second nature, like he’s known you forever. the ease in his voice, in the way he leans back, taking up space beside you, curling into the couch like he belongs there, makes you feel like you’ve known him all your life. there’s nothing forced about him. and when he laughs, it’s infectious, that slow spread of warmth in his voice, the gentle glow of his amber eyes lighting up the room as he looks at you.

“you want me to teach you?” he asks, his voice almost teasing but open, welcoming. like there’s nothing more natural than inviting you into his world.

it was a bad idea coming here.

but not because of them.

you talked to mina before you showed up. she told you, both of them were idiots, no filter, no shame, completely unapologetic, but... she also said they were decent guys, totally respectful, and fun as hell. so, no, it wasn’t them.

it was you. you know the type of person you are. a sucker for pretty boys. the ones with the perfect eyes, the pretty hair, the full lips that get you caught in a gaze for a second too long. the ones who smell good and look like they belong in magazines. you knew walking in that this night might be a problem. but with the way hanta’s eyes linger on you, that half-lidded gaze, with the smirk playing on his lips like he knows exactly what he’s doing—it's almost impossible to care.

you sigh, rolling your eyes, but it’s hard not to smile. “sure, show me how.”

you take the joint from him, weakly attempt to copy the moves his been pulling for the past half hour. when you cough the first time, neither comment. denki just passes you a cold bottle of sprite as he chuckles lightly, and hanta grins, taking the joint from you, that quiet smirk turning into something a little more playful. his voice is low when he speaks again, and you have to focus to hear it over the hazy fog of the room. "watch me do it first, then try to copy."

you watch, rapt, as he takes another drag, his lips forming a perfect “o” and then releasing the smoke in smooth, clean rings. and god, the way he makes it look so effortless, like it’s all part of the rhythm of him, like his body and his breath are just... synchronized. it’s hard to look away, even if you want to.

denki’s eyes catch yours, and for a moment, it’s like time stops. the dim lighting plays on your skin, making everything look like it’s coated in a soft glow. you feel the air between you and denki warm up just a little more, like you’ve crossed a line from casual to something more, even if it’s only for a second. and hanta’s still watching you, his gaze steady and intense, like he’s trying to figure you out, trying to find the parts of you you haven’t shown him yet.

denki shares a look with hanta, and without a word, they both know. you’re the one.

denki queues up another track, his fingers tapping rhythmically on his phone as he sends the song into the air. he looks at you like you’re the most interesting person he’s ever met, that easy, genuine smile of his never leaving his face.

"holy shit," you say, when the intro to the next track plays. "i love this song."

denki’s grin widens, eyes practically glowing with excitement. “shut up,” he gasps, turning toward you with an expression of pure joy. “you know Souls of Mischief?”

“of course i do,” you smile softly, genuinely glad to find common ground.

he calls your name, and when he says, “i didn’t know you was cool like that,” it’s not just a compliment—it’s a declaration.

“what does this even mean?” hanta interjects, his mouth full of chocolate, but his eyes are low as they shift between the two of you. "‘93 till?”

you glance away from where you’d been staring at the stars on denki’s ceiling, feeling his warmth next to you as he leans in close, and you answer smoothly, “it’s like chilling, rolling up, and just enjoying the moment... from now till... forever.”

“exactly.” denki’s grin softens, and he passes you the joint again, his fingers brushing against yours. "i feel like... this life we live, it’s ours, y’know? we can do whatever we want, and we can enjoy it from now till forever-"

you nod, feeling the weight of his words sink in, but then he suddenly stops, mid-thought, pulling a vape out of his pocket.

“… like?”

“oh, no. i’m done.”

“that’s some really profound shit, denks.” hanta calls out from your other side.

it’s not that funny, but it’s the weed, and the moment is too good to not laugh at. you let out a laugh, and denki’s laughter is contagious. when he laughs, it’s all in—his whole body shaking with it. you can’t help but laugh with him, and when he slaps hanta’s shoulder, you’re both lost in the moment, caught up in the sheer joy of it all.

"soooo," the blonde rolls the word around once he's composed himself, and calls your name out in his playful drawl, you mumble in reply, "we have a proposition for you."

"wait," hanta interrupts, leaning back in his spot, still casually holding the blunt between his fingers as he exhales, thick clouds floating upward. “ask her the question first.”

“what questi—oh, OH, the question,” denki turns to face you, suddenly all serious, as if what he’s about to ask is going to change the entire mood. “we’ve been debating this amongst our friend group.”

you raise an eyebrow. “right…”

“and, hmm,” denki tilts his head, scanning your expression as if weighing the way you’ll respond. “i guess your answer might be different ‘cause you're a girl, but would you rather, have a threesome with two guys or two girls?"

you blink, processing the unexpected shift. then, with a smirk, you deadpan, “that is definitely a question.” hanta snickers from where he’s sprawled beside denki, his face half-lit by the flickering light.

“is that the only two options?” you ask casually, exhaling smoke and looking between them both.

“what do you mean?” denki asks, his brow furrowed, genuinely curious.

“as in like, is this tmi?” you shrug, “actually, I don’t care. I’ve had a threeway with two other girls—”

“really?” denki’s voice holds genuine surprise, his eyes widening slightly.

“yeah,” you nod, your tone light, almost playful. “and that was actually pretty fun.”

“i can imagine—” denki starts, but hanta slaps the back of his neck, cutting him off. you let out a short laugh, “f'cking joke, dude.”

denki grins, rubbing the spot where hanta slapped him. “but no, this is a particular scenario,” he continues, regaining his composure. “like, technically, i'm pronoun-fluid, but in this hypothetical, it’s either two guys and one girl or two girls and one guy.”

as hanta passes you the blunt, you take a moment to think. The smoke curls lazily around you, and the room feels a bit hazy, just the right amount of weight in the air.

denki gives his own opinion as an example. “like, i said two guys, because i feel like I’d run out of stamina. i wouldn’t want to leave either girl unsatisfied just ‘cos i can’t keep up.”

“you know what,” hanta calls out, drawing denki’s attention as he turns to face him, “that is actually a pretty decent point.”

“exactly! and y’all were clowning me earlier, but I’m thinking logically.” denki looks pleased with himself, leaning back and stretching out a little more.

you take a slow drag, exhaling thoughtfully, “are the two guys doing stuff with each other or—”

“well, i dunno. denki, you wanna get it on with me?” hanta shoots back, his voice smooth, the playful edge in his voice underpinned by something raw.

“hundred percent I’d get it on with you—I’m receiving though,” denki says with a wink.

“y’know it,” hanta grins, his eyes glinting with amusement.

but you cut in before the banter goes further, “or, are they ‘sharing’ the girl?”

“well, when you put it like that,” denki scrunches his face in mock distaste, “it sounds kinda asshole-ish, but... I mean, sharing is caring.”

you and hanta snort at the same time, exchanging a glance. then you lean in, eyes narrowing playfully, “wait, why are you even asking me this?”

“oh yeah,” hanta remembers, suddenly deadpan, “we were gonna ask you if you wanted to bang us.” his words come out blunt, but not unkind, as he leans down onto the table, casually ashing the joint.

maybe it’s the weed kicking in, or the way denki has his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer in that effortless, warm way. but you feel a strange calm settle over you, and you just mock gasp. “no, fucking way.”

“yes, fucking way,” denki chimes in, that grin returning, full of mischief.

but it’s hanta who catches your eye, his gaze steady, more thoughtful. he speaks quietly, carefully, “it doesn’t have to be right now.”

denki gives a lazy nod of agreement. “think it over. the offer’s on the table.”

you roll your eyes, still trying to figure out if this is all some strange, blurry dream. "oh yeah?”

hanta, noticing the subtle shift in your expression, tilts his head slightly. “i finish work early next saturday,” you say, voice smooth, a playful challenge in the words. you can feel the tension in the room, and your pulse quickens slightly at the thought of their presence lingering longer.

“hanta—” denki starts, but sero interrupts.

already on his phone, opening his work schedule, he says, “hold on, i'm checking— it's my one free sa turday this month... let’s fucking go.”

"let’s fucking gooo,” denki cheers, his grin brightening even more.

you snicker, shaking your head. “no way we just scheduled a threesome.”

“yeah, babe,” denki says, the pet name slipping so naturally from his lips. his easy, laid-back vibe pulls you in even more, and the way he leans back into the couch, content, like nothing in the world could faze him. “that’s how we roll.”

“Is it really?” you ask, half-sarcastic, raising an eyebrow.

“he’s joking,” hanta says, dismissing denki with a casual wave of his hand. “ignore him. his body count’s like... two.”

"two and a half,” denki corrects, matter-of-factly.

“oh, yeah, my bad gang,” hanta says with a dramatic exhale, tone dripping with sarcasm. “two point five.”

“how can you have half a body?”

"oh, you're gonna love this story..."

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next track ▷ nokia

[grimryoper]

Valorant random headcanons

because if i don't force myself i cannot get creative anymore

sova can draw.

he does not know the fundamentals BUT he is a hunter and to hunt you need to be really observant. he is able to sit and observe for hours so drawing something from reference should be easy. he will not be drawing as good as artists who study for it, ofc, but he can do it pretty well

Chamber LOVES mimicking cuckoo clocks and will whistle the same as one while working

Yoru watches scary videos on tiktok and has a hard time sleeping at night because he keeps remembering them.

Jett is willing to fistfight anyone who talks shit abou pochacco

Sage is chronically OFFline

Reyna secretly likes the character Tinker Bell

Killjoy is scared of butterflies

Iso plays COD and Overwatch

When Raze invited Viper on a 'girls night', Viper felt glad to be included but never told Raze

(Raze has a voiceline in game telling viper they should go out on a girls night)

[filmofhybe]

A Magical Christmas with enhypen

🗯️ pairing : ot7 x oc 🎀 GENRE : fluff , 8th member of enha. 1093 wc (approximately)

; AUTHORS NOTES : welcome to day 6? of “24 days of Christmas with filmofhybe!!” Hope you guys enjoy this one!! And happy birthday to Niki & sunghoon!!🤭 (even tho it was yesterday)

MASTERLIST to my other works

정원 jungwon

He knows you have major, and I mean MAJOR SEASON DEPRESSION. All the members could just tell it has hit you when you start spacing out during the comeback recordings, not even trying in practices, rarely posting on weverse and giving fans less attention during offline fan sign. (you weren’t trying to be rude, again is just SEASON DEPRESSION and is draining you.) Is like you want to do good during winter comebacks but can’t because you HATED winter and as I said - season mf depression.

Jungwon being jungwon - whose a really good leader. Decided to take you out during Christmas just try to help you feel a bit better. Takes you to eat Korean BBQ in your cozy pajamas, buys you hot chocolate while you guys enjoy the beautiful Christmas lights all around seoul. He helps you take photos despite you being in your pajamas. Saying it would be nice to update your fans once a while to know you’re not “dead”. You captioned “thank you to our lovely jungwon for the pictures!!”, fans thanking him for taking you out during Christmas to feel the festive season and grateful that he cares about you, as well as understanding your seasonal depression.

“thank you for making my Christmas a bit better wonnie.”

“is okay! I’m glad your happy, not letting that silly season depression get to you!”

“Is still here but you made it better.”

“I’m flattered. This could be our little tradition.”

“Maybe if I’m in the mood to come out again next year!”

박종성 Park Jeongseong

Remember how he said he took Niki back to his place during their break. Yeah that would 101% be him. He knows how it feels to not being able to celebrate such a special occasion with your family, so he doesn’t hesitate to ask his parents to let you stay over. They all loved you anyways. His house was filled with really Christmas vibe decorations and a large Christmas tree in the middle of the living room and you’re groups signed album on the shelves which reminds you of your home :(

He cooks with dad during Christmas Day and it’s so good. You kept going back to his steak because who wouldn’t. They will include you in their Christmas karaoke later on as well as make you and jay perform your songs, which they will film it and send it back to your parents.

Not to mention, they brought you gifts and when you open each one of them, it made you really emotional because it felt like you were part of their family. Your parents were so grateful that they are taking good care of you, even miles away where you can’t celebrate Christmas together.

“Thank you so much for these gifts, I’m so thankful for all of you…”

“There’s no need y/n you would always be a family member to me!”

“Jay you’re gonna make her cry even more..”

“Good so I can post this on weverse..”

“WHAT NO?! IDOL PROTECTION HELLO??”

희 승 heeseung

Would stay in the dorm with you and you guys will just play games the whole time while streaming it. Either valorant to roblox, or even just chilling while listening to music. Constantly going into each others room to say hi to each others chat. And reading out funny donations.

“When’s the groups next comeback?”

“Guys we just had one?!”

“Did we-?”

“If you mean the one where you only sang for 6 seconds than yes..”

“SHUT UP HEESEUNG.”

Munching on shin ramyun and you both did a room tour of your rooms, showing how festive it is. Telling the chat what gifts you guys got each other and told them this is how you would be spending your Christmas with them. They honestly love you for that. Will go viral on Twitter for being the “best gaming duo.”

“What about your families?”

“Oh me and heeseung’s family hang out yesterday so we are just vibing today. The others are out.”

“We wanted to talk to engenes and play games so please enjoy!!”

심재윤 Sim Jaeyun

You both decided to film a cover for the fans during Christmas, so the whole day you guys were just in the HYBE building, vibing to Christmas music with the staff and filming. You will update your personal insta account of you and Jake that day. Showing the cute Christmas doughnut he got you along with a gift, and both of your microphones. Teasing the fans with the upcoming cover.

It maybe a simple Christmas but it would always be fun with Jake because he also brought in Layla. She will constantly come up to you, begging for body scratch or even treats. Even posting a selfie of you and her on twitter.

“YAH Y/N YOU’RE STEALING MY DOG?”

“UH NO IM NOT? SHE JUST RAN TOWARDS ME FOR TREATS?”

“Istg that dog likes you more than me…”

“Maybe if you start feeding her than she will..”

“I DONT STARVE HER STOP BEING A HATER YOU BOTH😔😔”

okay but MOVING ON. When the cover dropped, IT WENT VIRAL VIRAL. The Christmas lighting, the eye contact between you both was IMMACULATE. Fans felt the warmth after listening to it, like drinking a hot chocolate on a cold winter day. They kept asking for more covers between you both, maybe you guys would do one on New Years🫣

성훈 Sunghoon

Mr takes you to ice skating on Christmas. Both of you are known to be the ice skaters of enhypen. Both extremely good at it so it wouldn’t be a problem. Kept trying to show off your moves to each other. Everyone on the rink jealous that you both could do these amazing tricks. Even though you guys kept going head to head in the rink, obviously he got to take pictures of you so you can post on Instagram.

Man you almost couldn’t land on one of the turns and he zoomed right beside you to catch you. You kinda blushed🤭 anyways. The pictures you guys posted was so cute and majestic, fans was so happy that you guys are hanging out together during Christmas.

“omg the ice prince and princess together on Christmas!!”

“We love to see them back on the ice once again :( “

“We need a performance from them.”

선우 Sunoo

The type to just drag you to every single café and enjoy each others presence while filming for en-log. It was just a soft cute Christmas and you both also exchanged presents. Linking arms as you both went to different phootbooths and thrift stores taking those 90s pictures.

“y/n~~ you look so silly In that hat HAHA!!”

“what do you mean sunoo? I look sexy😝”

“Whatever you say😐”

He loves including you in this sunset photos so when he added you to his little dump, everyone freaked out because that means you guys were hanging out together during Christmas. Very grateful to have each other during this cold season. Just wrapped around warm coats and each others presence.

“BEEN WAITING FOR THIS DUO FOR SO LONG🥹”

“WAR IS OVERRR!! WE GOT OUR AGEYO DUO🤭”

“THEY CHOSE EACH OTHER FOR CHRISTMAS!!”

にしむら りき Nishimura Riki

Since both of you can’t go back to visit your family, you both decided to just go to a shopping trip. Kept buying stuff like non stop. At the end of the day you both have at least 15 bags on you.

“So do you think our manager will say anything about this addiction?"

“y/n I think he has gotten use to it by now..”

“You’re right..”

You both got caught by a fan and they said you both was struggling to hold your bags but you guys looked so cute struggling😭 They even saw you vibing to Christmas songs and you buying Niki hot chocolate because he wanted it so bad #stillachild . Fans was so surprised by this duo because they actually never saw it coming.

“Idk whose influencing who😭”

“Is giving older sister bringing her younger brother on a shopping treat”

“Sometimes I forgot they are both making BANK”

“Y/n struggling while Niki sipping on his chocolate is too unserious💀💀”

No because tell me why your stuff can’t even fit in the car.. you both were suffocated at the back of the car. Your manager laughing at you both and begging him to spare some mercy on you😭 you guys are just too funny.

“Next year same time same amount of stuff?”

“NIKI I DONT THINK I CAN SPEND MORE…”

“WE ARE MAKING MONEY!?”

“True…”

[petervintonjr]

"One of the five bravest American soldiers in the war."      --Theodore Roosevelt, Jr.

This Decoration Day/Memorial Day we remember the heroic career of U.S. Army Sergeant (William) Henry Johnson. This particular trading card will be the last (for now) of my series-within-a-series of "mysteriously" absent biographies that aren't showing up on .mil and .gov websites anymore.

Born in 1892 North Carolina, Henry Johnson moved to Albany, New York and worked a number of jobs --including as a redcap porter at Union Station -- before enlisting in 1917. Signing on with the famed all-Black 369th Infantry ("Harlem Hellfighters," previously covered in Lessons #36, #60, #143, and #151 of this series); Johnson saw front-line action almost immediately in 1918.

At the time the 369th was brigaded with a French army colonial unit in the Champagne region, along the notorious western front. On the night of May 15, 1918, Pvt. Johnson and fellow Pvt. Needham Roberts were attacked in the Argonne forest by a German raiding party of approximately 12 soldiers. Roberts was wounded and very nearly made prisoner, but Johnson fought back in close-quartered combat with a French bolo knife, killing four of the enemy and managing to get Roberts to safety, though sustaining many wounds himself.

In the aftermath of his heroic actions, France awarded Johnson and Roberts the Croix de guerre with star and bronze palm; making them the first-ever American soldiers in World War I to receive such an honor. Pvt. Johnson's valor was even publicly praised by Gen. Pershing in an article in The Saturday Evening Post, and he was discharged in 1919 at the rank of Sergeant, complete with a victory parade in New York City. Unfortunately Johnson's notoriety would be of little use to him upon his return to civilian life; due to his wounds he was unable to return to work, even to his old porter job. For a time Johnson conducted a brief series of lecture tours but these soon became unpopular as he was unwilling to stick to many of the established fictions (such as the notion that white and Black American soldiers harmoniously fought side-by-side in the trenches), and he died in relative obscurity in 1929... though he is buried in Arlington National Cemetery.

On June 2, 2015, Johnson was posthumously awarded the Medal of Honor by President Barack Obama. On June 5, 2023, the former Fort Polk in Leesville, Louisiana was formally renamed to Fort Johnson in his honor.

(A glimmer of encouragement this Memorial Day --mind you, it is only the merest glimmer): the army.mil biographical page about Sgt. Johnson, at least as of this month, includes a prominent banner that reads: "We have deliberately taken some of our webpages offline in order to comply with Executive Orders and OSD Policy. The intent is to preserve our history, and we are working to re-publish content as soon as possible." While this is still a far cry from undoing actual censorship of Black history, it is at least a tacit acknowledgement from the U.S. Army's policymakers that there are some problematic regulations currently getting in the way of an honest historical reckoning. Whether or not anything more decisive is to happen in the coming months, is of course still an unknown. But when I pair this development along with this week's announcement that the U.S. Naval Academy library has restored most of the 400+ books that had been yanked from its shelves because of "DEI," there is cause for minuscule amounts of optimism.

Heaven knows it is certainly a far more appropriate --and respectful-- way of honoring U.S. military service than staging an expensive Third World dictator-style military parade through the streets of Washington, D.C.)

[mariacallous]

Earlier this week, after warping across the galaxy for 90 hours in a sentient spacecraft, Twitch streamer John Wissmiller realized that Concord was the best first-person shooter he’d played in a decade.

“The gunplay was crunchy, the movement was smooth, and the progression felt rewarding,” he says. “I was even more enthralled by the world the developers had created when I looked into the lore.”

He wasn’t alone. “One of the biggest perks about the game was the absence of toxicity within the player community,” says Kelle Dees, a content creator at KDeesGamez. “Everything about the game was positive and inclusive.”

On Wednesday, less than two weeks after the game’s August 23 launch, Sony announced it was taking Concord offline and offering full refunds to anyone who had purchased it on PlayStation 5 or PC. “While many qualities of the experience resonated with players, we also recognize that other aspects of the game and our initial launch didn’t land the way we’d intended,” wrote Ryan Ellis, Concord’s director at Firewalk Studios, a division of Sony Interactive Entertainment.

“I was completely devastated,” Wissmiller says. “We’ve never seen a first-party title from Sony get this kind of treatment.”

In fact, we’ve never seen any AAA video game get this kind of treatment—and that’s what could make Concord a horrifying canary in the coal mine for gamers and game workers alike.

“It’s unprecedented for a game of this scale to be shut down so quickly,” says Liam Deane, a video game analyst at Omdia. “Usually publishers keep games that struggle at launch on life support for a while, but in Concord’s case the launch was so bad there was clearly no way back.”

Like Fortnite, Destiny 2, and Valorant, Concord was meant to be a live-service game that constantly released new updates over the course of several years. But while those other games are free to play—and rely on microtransactions to make money—Concord cost $40 up front. “It's just very difficult to break into competitive multiplayer games [and] displace the existing top titles,” says Simon Carless, an industry analyst who publishes the GameDiscoverCo newsletter. “These are the kind of titles that players socialize with their friends in, and they're often not motivated to switch games.”

Sony hasn’t revealed how many copies of Concord sold between August 23 and September 3, but the number of active PC players on the Steam platform peaked at just 697 on launch day. That’s abysmally low for a major release that spent eight years in development; Sony’s previous live-service game, Helldivers 2, had over 155,000 players on its first day, back in February, and later peaked at 458,709.

Helldivers 2, though, was a breakout hit that already had an established fanbase. Concord, on the other hand, was a brand-new franchise that didn’t get much of a marketing push and drew the ire of “anti-woke” snivelers who complained about the game’s use of pronouns on its character selection screen.

“For big companies, it's difficult to work out what bets—and how large bets—you should make,” says Carless. “Some of the corporate overexuberance during Covid and low interest rates has meant that large companies overextended, and the pullback has been—and is going to be—painful.”

Over the past 20 years, the brutal blockbuster-or-bust mentality of Silicon Valley startups has spread to executives across the entertainment industry. Movies with $100 million production budgets are considered dead on arrival after a bad opening weekend and are quickly ripped from theaters. TV series are canceled after failing to meet undisclosed performance metrics in their first seasons.

Now, the quick death of Concord, which officially went offline today, points to a similar mindset in the video game industry that could kill creativity, reduce jobs, and shutter entire studios.

“If you have a stable parent company with a balanced set of single-player and [live-service] releases, you should be in decent shape,” says Carless. But “the middle of the market is disintegrating. The games industry is deprofessionalizing in many ways; games as a stable profession will be tricky for many people in high-GDP countries.”

If studio C-suites keep cutting all the buds that don’t instantly blossom, the golden age of gaming of the 2020s—a mix of AAA blockbusters like Elden Ring, The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom, and Baldur’s Gate 3, alongside smaller-budget gems like Tunic, Chants of Sennar, and the reimagining of 1997’s Riven—could already be over.

“I think innovation is more likely to come from smaller companies with lower budgets that are happier to take risks,” says Piers Harding-Rolls, who leads the games research team at Ampere Analysis. “This has really been true for many years, but the current commercial environment makes that truer than ever.” Still, even the future of indies is uncertain and may be somewhat dependent on funding efforts like Innersloth’s Outersloth initiative.

Concord may have gotten off to a slow start with gamers (most of whom hadn’t heard of it yet) and critics (who didn’t love the initial character designs), but the same could be said of Elder Scrolls Online, which has since made more than $2 billion, or the Destiny franchise, which celebrates its 10-year anniversary this year, or No Man’s Sky, which has become a cult classic.

If those games were released now, would they survive longer than Concord did—longer than the lifespan of a honeybee? The answer lies with the most ruthless beekeepers in the industry, and all they care about is the honey.

[olderthannetfic]

Recently left a fandom, and one of the weirdest things about that fandom was the behavior of Readers on social media. One of the biggest aspects with the tiny community situation we were in, is everyone kinda sees/knows/knows of everyone else, so when you say something negative in public, we all see it. And sure, that happened, but that wasn't the weird thing. So. For context. People were not leaving feedback, positive or negative on fics in this community for a while, but several people seemed to do this weird Vague Posting thing about the works they were actively reading. Talking about plot points. Expressing their opinions and theories or paying compliments to the writers, all around gushing *on their twitter feed* - most of this was work that was easily recognizable to me, and other writers, through context because we were all really familiar with each other/friendly. Sometimes these works were mine, and it just struck me as really really bizarre that these people were doing this like Live Tweet Reaction to fic they clearly liked but never bothered to: 1. Even say what the title of the fic was let alone link to it or 2. Leave any of those nice words on AO3 for the writers of said fics. And it really only just struck me today that this might have been an attention thing. Like commenting on AO3 doesn't give them a public enough audience or something so they've gotta preform their reaction on social media. It almost felt like stolen fandom valor, that people got all this engagement from others commenting on their reaction to the fics while the authors got crickets. It was so... Weird. But what I'm curious about is if other people have encountered this? Is this becoming a common thing? (If so, ew.) Or if maybe it was just a strange isolated behavior in this tiny community. In other fandoms past and present I've seen people posting about fic on socmed, before but never this strange Positive Vague Posting.

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I don't hang out on twitter enough to see this, but it reminds me of years ago when I knew people offline who'd eagerly share fic with each other and get social clout for discovering a new great one. They'd even make icons about in-jokes from other people's LJ comments and shit.

I remember this one time when I was like "Dude, that icon is from a picture I posted, and that fic author lives like five minutes from all of us..." But to them, it was like the actual sources of fic were as distant as a TV network, and Fandom consisted of the social interaction with their friends who read fic of the same thing.

[anendoandfriendo]

We're wondering if it would be more accurate (for us at least) to state "your inner world actions don't directly reflect your outer world ones" as well as the usual "fiction isn't a direct 1::1 with reality" and like, we have a few reasons for thinking this:

We're plural. So while some of our thoughts yes are indeed not reflective of our morality, morality can also look different between the inner world and the outer world.

Following point number one, we're not particularly pleased at the implications (that admittedly we could just be projecting? but the fact of the matter is we're still uncomfortable) that our sysian relationships are less real because they are only in our head, or that our exomemories, fragmented and scarce as they may be, wouldn't affect how we respond to thing.

"The internet" is still a place people interact even if the rules are a little different. So, same point as point number one just under a different situation.

TLDR we're just generally displeased with the valorization/glorification of "external world completely offline spaces" as more legitimate than everywhere else, regardless of intentionality.

We guess you could argue "well, it's not fiction then, is it?" but, you see, we very often feel as if we ARE the characters in question. And that there are several reality-versions of those characters that can coexist (similar to iterations in WOE.BEGONE but less uhh exploitation) and this is often how we reconcile doubles, fictionkin, etc. existing in this world and even in the same brain.

Proshippers DO realize this isn't even a new narrative, right?

So we're just extremely picky with our words. Not all soulbonders consider themselves plural but we are both if these and that's a specific marginalization that's just...not discussed we guess.

Either that or we're simply not in the right spaces/paying much attention, which could be a completely fair argument.

Anyways thank you for listening to our annoying vent lol.

OPs are still pro-shipping and believe anti-shippers are in the wrong. OPs are simply discussing personal feelings.

OPs are pro-endogenic, are a purely endogenic system themselves and believe anti-endogenics spew the same rhetoric as transmedicalists and the 1970's style refrigerator mother autism theory.

[pocket-ozwynn]

✨Blog Status Update✨

Hi folks 💜

Getting this out of the way now: this blog isn't going anywhere, don't worry 😭 but I do know it's been a while, and with a recent influx of support for my writing and new followers I'd like to fill people in on what's going on a bit

In about a month or so I plan to slowly coming off my 18 month posting hiatus. Mutuals know I haven't abandoned my stories nor have I stopped thinking about these characters, but due to IRL circumstances the hiatus was good so I could focus on myself for a bit. That being said, I'll hopefully start posting one-shots, AUs, and chapters come June or July. My goal is to get the Genesis Day full reboot and Offline Valor soft reboot started this summer and regularly post those (on top of my sci-fi space opera with my new THIRD OC couple coming sometime in the winter, possibly 👀). Some more in depth AUs like Knightsona x Princess Peach, Knight Colossus, Werekaiju, and Shrunken Soldier x Archfey Princess (tentatively named All Who Wander or Dawnward) -- not to mention all the hundreds of one-shot ideas for various other more minor AUs -- will also get some love too if time, energy, and health permitting. Anyways, that's all ✨ it's been so much fun to see the community flourish, I'm so excited to get back into it soon

[territorial-utopia]

Another character design commission for @pocket-ozwynn. This is Lord Vespid of House Pyrite, an antagonist for his story Offline Valor-

Dapper lil bastard I say

[lupo64sblog]

"Distopia dei social media", con un focus leggermente diverso rispetto alla "distonia" e più orientato agli aspetti negativi e quasi futuristici della dipendenza da essi:

La Distopia dei Social Media: Siamo Già Dentro?

I social media sono nati come strumenti per connettere, condividere e informarci. Ma in un'epoca dove algoritmi onnipotenti dettano cosa vediamo, dove la validazione virtuale ha più peso della realtà e dove le nostre vite sono ridotte a un flusso costante di contenuti curati, è lecito chiedersi: siamo scivolati, senza accorgercene, in una distopia digitale?

Pensiamo ai classici scenari distopici: controllo pervasivo, perdita di autonomia, manipolazione delle masse. Non sono poi così lontani dalla realtà che viviamo online ogni giorno.

Algoritmi: I Nostri Nuovi Sovrani?

Ogni scroll, ogni like, ogni click è un dato che ci viene sottratto e analizzato. Gli algoritmi non sono semplici suggeritori; sono architetti della nostra realtà digitale. Creano bolle di filtro che rafforzano le nostre convinzioni, ci espongono solo a ciò che "vogliono" che vediamo, e in alcuni casi, possono persino influenzare le nostre scelte e i nostri stati d'animo. Siamo liberi di pensare e scegliere, o siamo dolcemente guidati verso destinazioni predefinite?

La Ricerca Incessante di Validazione

In questa distopia, il valore personale è spesso misurato in "mi piace", commenti e follower. La felicità non è un sentimento intrinseco, ma una performance da mettere in scena per un pubblico invisibile. Questo ciclo di ricerca di approvazione esterna può portare a un'ansia costante, a una sensazione di inadeguatezza e, paradossalmente, a una solitudine profonda. La nostra identità si dissolve nel tentativo di conformarsi a un ideale digitale irraggiungibile.

La Perdita della Realtà Autentica

Il confine tra reale e virtuale è sempre più sfumato. Le nostre vite vengono filtrate, modificate e presentate in una versione idealizzata. Perdiamo il contatto con le imperfezioni, la spontaneità e la bellezza del mondo non mediato. Gli eventi non sono vissuti, ma documentati; le conversazioni non sono ascoltate, ma registrate per essere condivise. In questa distopia, l'esperienza diretta è svalutata a favore della sua riproduzione digitale.

Verso una Via d'Uscita?

Riconoscere questa potenziale distopia non significa demonizzare la tecnologia, ma diventare consapevoli delle sue trappole. Possiamo iniziare a riprendere il controllo:

* Interrogare gli algoritmi: Chiediti perché vedi certi contenuti e cerca attivamente prospettive diverse.

* Valorizzare le connessioni reali: Investi tempo ed energia in relazioni significative offline.

* Misurare il valore intrinseco: Ricorda che il tuo valore non dipende da metriche digitali.

* Disconnettersi per riconnettersi: Fai delle pause digitali regolari per riscoprire il mondo intorno a te.

I social media possono essere potenti strumenti, ma dobbiamo decidere se vogliamo essere i loro utenti o i loro abitanti. La scelta è nostra: soccombere alla distopia o costruire un futuro digitale più sano e autentico.

Web

[yourstrulynameless]

10 Things for anyone curious about me :3

// Thanks to @khaosssss for tagging me!

I don’t wanna tag anyone out of respect lol

Last Song: The Adults are talking by The Strokes

Last Book: The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho

Last Movie: I,,, actually have no idea lmao. I don’t watch enough movies—

Last TV Show: Arcane Season 2 Ep1

Sweet/Savoury/Spicy: SAVOURY!!!

Relationship Status: Married ^ ^

Last thing I googled: Offline TV Sydney,,, she’s so pretty

Current Obsession: VALORANT RAHHHHHH

Looking forward to: Writing more fics!

[entomolog-t]

GtWAC Day 3 : Poor Summary of a Great Fic

Not one but TWO terrible summaries of the amazing fics from @pocket-ozwynn

If borrower's Game of Throne's was going on in the background of a an overly caffeinated twitch dream girl's stream while she panics over Geralt of Rivia's much smaller but equally handsome distant cousin.

From @pocket-ozwynn's amazing work Offline Valor

With one of the most interesting premises I've read in years, Oz does an incredible job at taking this wild premise and making it a truly hooking read. Despite the comical premise, the fantasy juxtaposed with such a modern environment works so incredibly well- especially with Oz's impeccable writing style. His ability to switch from fantasy to modern to a combination of the two is so interesting and exciting to read.

Oz is extremely talented with tone and Offline Valor exemplifies his skills incredibly well. There is such an incredible vibe that permeates the story, where theres almost a sort of implicit tension that seems to build around these two worlds colliding.

The two leads, Zelly and Rowan, are vastly different, yet their chemistry is so so good.

The golden retriever equivalent of a military dog becomes the World's Biggest Herbo by making herself a human shield for the Government-secret Geek Squad employee. Sparks fly (literally).

From Genesis Day

Genesis day is such a fun ride despite the general tension the plot consistently maintains. While there is a sort of building unease that something is about to happen, Oz still manages to make moments between characters feel fun and easy going- Alice and Freyja especially!

Genesis day to me as a reader feels akin to a love letter of to all those hours spent as a kid fantasizing about fighting Big Bad Monsters in an attempt to both do good and be good.

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As an Author, Oz has such a fun ability to take these wild and almost goofy sounding concepts and turn them into not only an enjoyable read, but a beautiful read. He has a skill with prose and his descriptions often times read artfully- elegant and poetic, with ethereal imagery and flowery language. This man could write about taking out the trash and turn it into something magical.